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Don't be an ass. Seriously. If you can't write, you can't write. Period! Don't steal my stuff... if you do, the wrath of the gods of Olumo rock will fall on your head, your hair will not stay combed, mad men will invade your home, food in the freezer will spoil mysteriously. NO-ONE WILL TALK TO YOU AT PARTIES!!!

What would you do with a free day?

I’m not excited enough to buy a new pair of shades or do my hair.
Why? I will be parking a box and won’t be returning back home till saturday evening. I have a wedding i’m “brides-maiding” on Saturday so we’re all hotel room booked till the wedding.
I feel very mature as I fill in my weekend plans in my diary. Fashion show… Bridesmaid.

It crosses my mind that I should hook up with my friends and go partying with this free friday. Its what i’d have done two years ago. Two years ago, I was in camp and had done the first of a year of crazy dancing, I had developed a taste for partying, I had gotten a little high as well AND had had my first (and last) hangover. Generally fun things.

Its amazing how things change. But, as i twirl my grey hairs with my fingers and raise my wrinkle-drooping eyelids to see what I type, I realize my idea of fun has really changed.
A day of not doing any house work, having a TV to myself, a warm soak in a bathe… That’s a crazy mad day already; mix that with going out with friends to feed my eyes on lovely people and not needing the internet with it. AWESOME I SAY!!